The D.O.E. are Stone Cold Killers - Knives Exchanging Hands

The earth is a home for most, but for some a grave

The new disease is ignorance

The new fashion trend

The price of life has a sign for negotiation

You bleed them until they can feed

You bleed them just to watch

What of the children we miss?

They should be in their beds

No goodnights for them

No pleasant dreams, dear

The cost of treachery against one’s own kind

Is indicative of the person who spills one’s blood

The ghost will never let you sleep

I hope the blood is appeased with your life

It’s hard to earn a living by someone else’s life

The ghosts of the children you murder will see their vengeance played out

The children won’t be coming home tonight

They’re sleeping in their enclosed surroundings

The children won’t be coming home tonight

So say your prayers and turn out the light